A cigar smoked through vital glands,
Slush of detritus on rain-choked arteries.
I tread the streets of fevered images,
Surge back to this far claustrophobic city
Of the dregs, protracted wars, destructive
Obsessions, poets gasping for virtual air.
Where carry your wisp of fatal wishes?
Do all of you converge at someplace, say, a river
And whisper judgment like a sick weather?
Do what you want for the life of me.
I’m only here rooted in this mean time,
Flicking the wreckage like wounds,
Visayan islands spectral at daybreak,
My thirst seasoned by beer,
My sadness trailed by the plume
Of your murderous friendship.
Published in MIDWEEK (Philippines)